I am sitting on my bed. This would not be worrisome, except I am singing. Les Mis. "On My Own," "A Little Fall of Rain." Stop me when I get to "Stars."
I have not been productive this weekend. I have sat on my bed and sang my entire repetoire. I also did my laundry, but that was a sweaty mess. Not my laundry, but me.
Why is this happy? Because someday I'll get to tell these stories with half a smile on my face. Probably in a RS lesson, but any telling is good.
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Dang. Wish I would have been there to hear you...sing and teach. I feel highly ripped off.
I always ask myself about happy, it's dificult to answer. Wish I listen you to sing someday.
xoxo.
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